1,000 Days

1,001 Days Remaining

You, Daniel Martinez, rubbed your thick cock up and down the sodden pussy lips of your girlfriend, Amanda Anderson. You were slightly built, at 5'6 and 120 pounds, but you were blessed with a large, 9 inch cock. Even soft, it was an impressive 5 inches. You were of Cuban descent, growing up in the tropical paradise of south Florida. You were 19, a sophomore in college, and worked as a legal assistant in your part time.

Amanda was a gorgeous blonde, 5'11, slender and tanned. Also 19, she had known you since kindergarten. Although it hadn't been a straight path from childhood friends to high school sweethearts, you had impressed her with your sense of responsibility and a tender, artistic side that you only showed her. Amanda modeled part-time for a local agency on Miami Beach.

"Mmm, c'mon Daniel, fuck me," Amanda whispered, wrapping her legs around you. You pushed forward, burying your cock in her hot wet cunt. This ... was the most pleasurable feeling you had ever experienced. You wanted to make it last forever, while you could. You thrust into her time and again, both you and her covered in a sheen of sweat as you made love to her. You needed to stay focused in the moment, fucking her cunt, grunting as she squeezed at you, milking you. Come on, you thought, extend it, think about baseball, think about anything ... you grunted, cumming as you collapsed against her. It was the last time, likely, for awhile. You sighed, falling asleep against her. She was perfect in your eyes.